Comes back in.. Yay. I have a character from the real world that can be easily tweaked into Primogen strength. I've played her for nigh on five years. Smiles. If we are going to use the link for the character creation sheets I saw earlier, I will work up a proper sheet post haste. (By the by, if any one wants to see the way that I craft posts, I have links.)

Add this to you post. If you plan on doing these make sure you add these points before finishing your sheet!

Provide a pic of your character, 1 bonus freebie ptCreate a detailed location within the city, 1 bonus freebie pt, may do this twiceCreate a detailed, possibly supernatural (but leave it ambiguous) event in the city's past, 1 bonus freebie pt, may do this twice.^ Thanks to Arion!

Jolene was born to a share cropper's wife just outside of New Orleans, not long after the slaves had been freed. The pregnancy was the immediate result of a rape by three white males and as such, the girl bore the brunt of her father's rages from an early age. She escaped into fantasy and from there, further devolved into a permanent split personality at around age twelve.

The Personality shift went unmarked by her mother and since her father didn't really pay her any never you mind unless he was drunk or pissed off, well there was no help to be had from anyone. Given the time, the amount of crime and abuse most black folk received on a daily from those around them, Jolene harbored an immense dislike of all those not the same shade as herself and though she grew up to be quite attractive with males of various shades all trying to woo her, she was STILL a virgin when she left home at age sixteen.

She made her way North, finally ending up in New York City in early 1892. There was no work to be had for a young, unlettered BLACK girl, no matter how pretty, and so~ Catarina ended up working in a whore house, one not far from the Lower East Side of Manhattan. It was then, that she garnered the attention of the female who would later become her Sire~ Gemma Daze, a seventh generation Malkavian.

On the night of her 20th birthday, Jolene was raped by a john and left bleeding out on the small bed she paid for in the House. Her brain stutter stopped as her other personality stepped to the fore, forcing her from the bed and out into the streets, searching for succor. "They" were found by Gemma who was so delighted by the turn of events that she quickly started the process of turning "Them." When the young neophyte awakened? Her other personality had devolved further, believing the whole thing to have been a massive prank. Her Sire never really disabused either of "Them" of the notion.

It was Gemma who renamed the young bi-racial female, as Gemma had taken to calling her Catarina from the beginning. Du Bois was simply an affectation.

For almost fifty years she studied the ways of the clan (and her Sire) all while further expanding upon her natural love of learning. A love that Gemma used ruthlessly~ pushing her to use her powers, develop them, CONTROL them. With every passing decade, the neophyte grew stronger but her personality shattered further beneath the onslaught.

"You are more yourself than ever, my girl..." That was the sentence, that and no more, each and every time. Regardless, those decades were mostly a rose gold time of happiness and insane laughter. No Malkavian ever plans for an eternity but Catarina had just about decided to when, just after the end of the second World War, Gemma was murdered by a band of Hunters.

The shock of it~ of a battle which raged for hours~ drove Catarina into a frenzy and it was only by sheer LUCK that her newest and strongest personality stepped to the fore and basically THREW her into Torpor. She slept, hidden deep within the sewers beneath Manhattan streets for over thirty years. When she awakened? The World had moved on and all of her other personalities had gone away except for her first. His name? Troy.

Catarina worked slowly, building up a decent background for herself, putting cash and gold aside whenever possible and offering a helping hand to the newer in Clan whenever they came to call~ and they did come. After all, she was now the eldest known Malkavian within City limits and as such, responsible for them, to an extent. It was exceedingly hard work to build up the sort of contacts she needed but some how, she managed to keep her slim fingers on the pulse of the City and soon had a nice little coterie of human males from all walks of life, coming to call.

Major Contacts One~ Lead crime beat reporter for the New York Times~Lance RaffertyTwo~ NYC's Assistant DA~ Leon StubbsThree~the part owner of the Yellow Cab company~Gregory Moore

When the new Prince of the City stepped in after the last go round? Catarina hadn't been worried. She didn't want the pressures of running the Kindred in this place and as the eldest for her clan, she could easily vie for power with the Prince. She chose not to, instead turning all of her attention toward helping maintain the balance and controlling her Clan within the City's limits.

The work was not thankless, not by a long shot, and she did have certain perks after all. In the end, it was just much easier to allow the world to go on it's way while she worked out exactly what the leaves meant when they scattered in the wind and were caught by a passing moon beam.

Notes on Resources~

Catarina resides in a rather large~ very run down~ brownstone, found in Brooklyn. She has bought into a few small family owned stores around the area including The Corner Shop and those businesses are what provides her monthly capital after taxation and the like. She also owns a black BMW which she rarely drives and a small arsenal of hand guns and sharp pointy things, collected from attempted, and FAILED, robberies.

Clan Weakness: May only feed on those in Law Enforcement and their families.

Alexander Vinton

DoB: May 15th, 1902DoD: August 17th, 1934

Alexander Vinton was born in an abandoned farmhouse in rural Vermont, in what would one day be the Adirondack State Park. His parents, Zechariah and Jennifer Anna, were moving to New York, where they hoped their fortunes would improve after Zechariah was fired from his hometown's newspaper. With them were their three older children, Norma (14), Daniel (10), and Susanna (6), as well as Jennifer's brother Vernon. They arrived in New York City in the July of 1902, where they stayed in an Immigrant shelter (after some negotiation by the elder Vinton) for three months. Both Zechariah and Vernon found work with a masonry firm, and before the year was out the entire family had moved into an apartment that was, while not fancy, adequate for their needs. Weak and sickly as a child, the Vinton family was surprised that Alexander lived to reach puberty. He rarely played with the other kids in the building (his own siblings being too old), and spent much of his time learning to read with the help of his mother and an old bible. While in his early teens his health improved and while he would never have the strength or endurance of his peers he was nonetheless strong enough to find employment at a small-print paper, a job which his father approved of and helped him with whenever possible. When the first World War broke out, while Alexander was 12, his father and uncle enlisted alongside his brother Daniel. With so much of the family gone Alexander was forced to seek out additional jobs, and shortly found one as an accountant. A week later he secured at third one as well, this time as the book-keeper for a tavern. Almost all of his time was spent working, and if he managed a full four hours of sleep a day he counted himself lucky. The income he earned was sufficient to provide for his mother and youngest sister (who was not yet married and refused the advances of all possible suitors) and even to afford for them to move in to a larger apartment. The family was devastated when the learned that Zechariah and Vernon were both killed during the Battle of Amiens in August 1918, and then again when Daniel was killed in the same month during the Second Battle of the Somme. Though struggling with the loss of so many in so short a time, Alexander continued working and in time was made manager of the tavern. Alexander continued working long hours in all three jobs until January of 1920, when Prohibition went in to effect. The tavern closed, and a year later the building that the accounting firm was in caught fire and burned to the ground. Alexander knew he could not support his remaining family members on a single poorly paying job, and he began searching for another. Unfortunately there didn't seem to be any to be had, and he soon began to despair... until the owner of the tavern contacted him; he was going to begin selling again and needed someone to keep the books, and now that alcohol was illegal the profit to be had, and thus Alexander's wages, would be far greater. Alexander agreed, even finding the owner a building where a speak-easy could be set up. The owner was killed by thieves in 1925 and Alexander took over the business. Under his ownership and careful management he soon was turning immense profits and began dabbling in the underground gambling racket as well as running a discreet brothel that catered the the clients of his other two enterprises. Needless to say, he quit his job with the paper. It wasn't until 1907 that Alexander caught the eye of Frederick Attermann, seemingly a new customer to his speak-easy and brothel. In reality Attermann was an 10th generation Ventrue who had heard about a quickly rising young man who dealt shrewdly and wisely, one who managed to avoid the eye of the police and other law-enforcement. Attermann became a regular, slowly grooming Alexander. He was considering him for the Embrace, but wanted to see how well Alexander handled himself. Attermann 'tested' him, sending thugs to rough up his customers, tipping off the police, and the like; Alexander passed each test, even managing to turn one of the cops with a hefty bribe. With the end of Prohibition Alexander made his dealings with alcohol public and began opening more bars and taverns, and his wealth began a meteoric rise. Attermann planned on revealing his nature and turning Alexander in a few more years, but his hand was forced when Alexander was shot by members of a gang that wanted to take over his operation. Attermann intervened but not before Alexander was mortally wounded; Attermann carried him to a building several blocks away, then asked a single question: "Are you ready to die?" Alexander's mouth formed a single word: NO. Alexander became Attermann's Childe, and spent almost 3 decades under his tutelage before he was presented to the Prince. He chaffed under his sire's heavy-handed, brutal teaching techniques and vicious punishments, and on more than one occasion Attermann was tempted to grant him the Final Death. Alexander believed that, while the Camarilla's Traditions and Masquerade was at present necessary, they could eventually reach a point where they could rule over humanity without fear of reprisal. This sounded far too close to the Sabbat's ideology, and more than once sire subjected childe to horrific torture in order to purge such thoughts. Once out from under his sire's thumb, Alexander immediately set to work building a new network of businesses and illicit trade. He saw the loosening of social mores and attitudes and envisioned a near future not dissimilar to the one we live int: smut available at any time of day, drugs for everyone. It would take him a few years, but eventually he established the framework necessary to make his empire run. Through blackmail and political maneuvering he ended up with great amounts of influence in both the police (to make sure his operations were not interfered with) and healthcare (to keep his "employees" as healthy as possible while they sold their bodies and lives. He established a haven in a prominent sky-scraper, making sure that his suite had a room at it's center with a hidden door, where sunlight could not reach. Realizing that he could not oversee every detail that his business demanded of him, he began to search for someone he would be able to trust to manage everything; he found that in Melinda Clement, a woman who had a mind for business and who seemed to share Alexander's twisted morals. He groomed her for years, much as Attermann had done to him, and eventually turned her into a ghoul. After the first taste Melinda was hooked and swore to aide him in whatever ways possible so long as she had a place in his empire; Alexander had no problem sharing a little of the power.

For the past few years Alexander has been slowly building his power, and plans on diversifying his business interests. For now he's content to fly under the radar of the other Kindred in the city, but that may change once he secures his power base...

That's what I've got so far. Character sheet has the extra-credit dots spent on it, and I should have the actual write-ups for those up some time tomorrow.

Alette Laroche was born 1831 and died 1857. Born to a rich family in Paris France Alette did not want, as she was always given. Her father the Owner of a bank and her mother was simply a rich Socialite enjoying the life that was provided for both her and there only child. They attended afternoon tea, small parties and balls, wearing nothing but the best custom made gowns. It was there that Duran Lacroix spotted the still growing beauty. He became obsessed with her. Knowing that in due time he would have her. Alette’s family moved not shortly after that event. To a newly built home more in the country. Her father would have to travel sometimes to work, but most of the time he worked from home. At the age of seventeen Alette was being courted by a young man Lance Rieu. It was a promising affair in the eyes of her family. Lance’s father owned one of the largest trading companies in France. It wasn’t long after the engagement was announced that young Lance was found murdered in the barn at his family home. His murderer unknown. At the age of eighteen twenty Alette was courted once more as her mourning period had come to an end. This man was much simpler and a tad older than she. Reule Bourgoine he just so happened to work in her father's bank and hoped that with marrying her he would someday become president of it. There courting lasted a few months before their engagement was announced. Within a few days before the marriage Reule was found dead in a brothel. His Murderer unknown as Lances.It was with this that people stopped coming around to meet the young beauty. They believe she to be cursed or a black widow of sorts.

Years went by Alette mother and father died in a tragic accident, leaving the now twenty six year old to run her father business and the household alone. It was then that she attended a ball that he finally approached her. Alette was taken back at first but she quickly found herself falling for his charm. Duran Lacroix. He’d told he heard heard of her tragic life and wished to make it better for her. Unmarried at the age of twenty six was not something normal in those days and she found herself leaping at the chance to explore something with the handsome, charming Duran.

Late that very night as she returned to her hotel. Her arm entwined with Duran he talked about how he could make things better for her, how they could become something great together and all she had to do was say yes. Little did she know, that this night would be the night of her death and rebirth into the life of the Kindred. Once she was embraced Alette gave the bank to her ‘husband’ to run. She found the life as an immortal more than she had first thought when told about it. Little did she know when she got into this she was becoming the Childe to the Venture Primogen at the time. Not that, that had meant anything to her. At first. But she was told that to be with him, she would be expected to act a way that others didn’t. She was from refined blood, both when she was Kine and now as a Kindred.

Years seemed to move by rather fast. Before she knew it she was close to one hundred but didn’t look a day over twenty six. To her life was good. For sometime. She’d found out that the deaths of her fiancees had been the work of Duran. He’d had them killed each time he found out she was to marry. She felt betrayed and manipulated by him. This only caused her to leave his side. She knew everything she needed to do and from being his childe she knew enough people that she could move on to a life elsewhere.

America was her first stop. New Orleans. She found that this city had everything a young vampire could wish to have. Though being a Venture, her taste for blood was rather picky she was sure she would find a young man could tickle her taste buds. Alette opened her first club with money she had taken, stolen what ever from the bank when she left. A burlesque themed bar. Would would have thought people would enjoy the french culture as much as they didn. It didn’t take long for it to grow and grow in size until she was able to make a rather very nice living for herself.

Years went by and the world changed but Alette remained the same moving from place to place every few years or so, keeping out of the mortal eye but always remaining in the eyes of the Kindred. It wasn’t until thirty years before this day that Alette came into new york and was able to get herself a position of power. Venture Primogen. The prince of the city Charles Bramdon a venture in his own right fell into tupor. Alette quickly moved in before the power struggle of the Primogen got to fierce and staked her claim as Prince. No one fought back.Thats when she noticed her haunting. The Spirit of a person she’d killed when she found out about Durans missdeeds. Her own anger had taken over and gotten the best of her. Now that she has everything she wants the spirit haunts her at every waking moment.

Location:A large penthouse apartment that looks over central park. It a place she goes in her free time when not handling businesses within the city. As well as the one outside the city. Her home away from life of a Prince. The walls are brightly darkly colored, in greys, reds and gold and silver accents. The furniture is fairly modern, except for her bedroom. A large four poster bed, done in silks and satin with heavy drapes. The apartment is heavily guarded with the best security system out. All the windows heavily tinted and have light tight curtains if needed. Her bedroom is the only room that does not have windows.

Laroche Inc. Six floors of people who work for her. Handle the business she has opened within the city as well as in the country. Keep tabs on what's going on with the Kindred of this city. They keep eyes and ears on social media sites as well as the private and very secure site created for the kindred of the city to keep on the up and up. Because who sends letters these days? Top floor is her office and meeting place.

Recourses: Madam Colettes-Burlesque Club in New OrleansSecurity Company in New JerseyLaroche IncTrust BankEternaldrive.com ( A site secured for Kindred. Monitored by the best. For private email and suck from the Prince and other leaders. One can only join it once they have been presented to the Prince.))

Oh YAY!! Another Primogen. I thought I was gonna be all alone. I know that there are FOUR completed. (Three here in thread and one sent to Jinxy) Not sure how many more she is waiting for though.

Just waiting for two. How would everyone feel about adding ghouls to the rp. See if we can get some other people playing.Humans werewolves well in WoD there Garou.I'm thinking a bit later after we get the game going.Once I get these two sheets I will get the threads started and we can play!

Hey Jinx how do you feel about an Art Gallery for use as Elysium? I want to have my girl be a patron at a really upscale Gallery that would be perfect. She will (probably) offer it up in story to the Prince but I wanted approval on it first.

Hey Jinx how do you feel about an Art Gallery for use as Elysium? I want to have my girl be a patron at a really upscale Gallery that would be perfect. She will (probably) offer it up in story to the Prince but I wanted approval on it first.

I have tons of ideas!! Mostly though, I want to wait to see how the initial actions play out BEFORE I whisper into your oh so awesome ear and give you plot points to play with. One assumes from the way the story line is building that the first few game nights will be filled with setting mood, tone and opening gambits. After that? All bets are off, yes?

THEN...I will be bugging you with ideas for things I think might be fun. (By the by, are we keeping the main chronicle Kindred only? And how do people feel about introducing a Sabbat element??)